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n with a great wakening light, And show'd the names whom love of God had bless'd And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. _Leigh Hunt_ XV _LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY_ Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a Lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a fairy's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean and sing A fairy's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true. She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes, So kissed to sleep. And there we slumber'd on the moss, And there I dream'd, ah, woe betide, The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill-side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried 'La belle Dame sans mercy Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloom With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill-side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. _J. Keats_ XVI _WINTER_ When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all around the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
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